“Rising Down,” is Philly Hip-Hop Legendary super-group, The Roots‘ 8th album and that sh*t is absolutely f*cking fabulous.  


["Rising Up" feat. Wale & Chrisette Michelle]

The album opens up with “The Pow Wow,” a crazy phone convo between Blackthought (Emcee extraordinaire/frontman of The Roots) & ?uestlove (producer/drummer extraordinaire) screaming at what I can only assume to be their manager about being taken advantage of. This meeting of the minds is anything but friendly, but it sets a tone to the album that left me ready for something confrontational and unapologetic.

The first song on the album is “Rising Down,” featuring Mos Def & Stles P. While I LOVE this song immensely (that ?uestlove beat is the hardest sh*t since MC Ren!) I felt it strange to open a Roots album hearing Mos Def. I am a thorough supporter/fan of Tariq “Blackthought” Trotter, and the vast array of guest appreances on this album made me feel a bit cheated as to hearing only a single verse from him on most songs. I DID love that they had folks you might not expect on board with this project (ie: Saigon, Styles P, Peedi Peedi, etc). In comparison to most of Hip-Hop, esecially the newcomers, these dudes can do no wrong in my (highly critical/analytical, rap-nerd-to-the-fullest) book. This crew ALWAYS puts it down and does something totally unique and different with each project they produce. I have yet to see them live (which kills me), but I know it’ll happen someday.

My Fav Joints on “Rising Down.”
- “Rising Down” feat Mos Def & Styles P
- “Get Busy” feat Dice Raw & Peedi Peedi
- “Criminal” feat Truck North & Saigon
- “I Will Not Apologize” feat Porn(?) & Dice Raw
- “Unwritten” feat Mercendez Martinez
- “Rising Up” feat Wale & Chrisette Michelle

 Sonically, this is one of my favorite Roots albums of all time. It probably is #3 behind “Things Fall Apart” and “Game Theory.” I liked it more than “The TIpping Point,” (#4) because of its musicality, but less because I loved the way “The Tipping Point” showcased Blackthought’s meticulous/superfulous lyrical genius.  

This aint even on “Rising Down,” but I have to end with this small tribute to Blackthought along with my begging for him to complete that “Dangerous Thoughts” collabo album (with DangerMouse!) I heard cats talking about a while back.

[The Web off of their last album, "The Tipping Point."] 

(Press Play. Read along. Be amazed.)

And it weights a ton / ‘riq geez motherfuckers I’m a son of a gun / Black master of any trade under the sun / Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue / clear my path and come get your captain hung / Trying to breath like black’ll collapse your lungs / Young chump you could choke off the web I spun / I done cleared ‘em out from the threat I brung / You done heard about what set I’m from / My nigga, word-a-mouth little rule-a-thumb / Y’all better bow down when the ruler come / I’m a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum / The way Thought put it down be confusin’ some of y’all / cats can’t walk while chewin’ your gum ‘n all / With a keyboard got do with a drum ‘n all / School ‘em on stage like I’m doin’ a seminar / Professional type, I’m adjusting my mic / Go to war kid I’ll give you any weapon you like / Give you something to run from, bust off your dum-dum / Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from / It’s philly world-wide phenomenom / And reinforcin’ that shit is my 9-to-5 / And when I finish making you recognize / I’m getin’ at a couple civilized women that’s tryin’ to ride / You were waitin’ on the raw to come off the oil / You wanna get the bitches up off the wall / Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself / To keep you in health, this for all of y’all / I’m quick on the draw like Black McGraw / And I can’t tell what y’all cats rappin’ for / My name ‘riq geez and I’m back for more / To get more chips than the corner store / with a portrait of Malcom X on the door / while I’m eatin’ MCs like a carnivore / Matter fact, ease back ‘fore you get harmed / Ring the, warning horn when I’m gon’ perform / The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove / I’m a have y’all flicks on the evening news / Play y’all part – get on y’all P’s and Q’s / And when y’all think Thought, be prepared to lose / Bring money to spend and somebody to lend / And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens / Get took for your tuck right in front of your ‘hens / Who coulda help you nigga, not none of ya friends / Because, I put a black fist under ya chin / Have your physical remains found under the pen / If I’m coming up in the place, I’m coming to win / Wasn’t in it for a minute, now I’m dumbin’ again / ‘riq geez ock, y’all can chat what y’all please / Receive what I’m gonna give back to y’all please / ‘cuz y’all don’t really wanna get clapped with all these / My man, you can take y’all strap when y’all leave / You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze / Ice cold, with his mellow cool breeze / MCs, never showed loyalty yet / Kool Herc ain’t never get a royalty check / I do work, no question, and bomb your set / I’m calm collect, sharp like my name Gillette / RIP my man Gillette / Until I touch the mic, y’all people ain’t seen danger yet / I’m a decorated vet, I regulate and wreck / Never hesitated yet, I’m gettin’ heavy weighted checks / If you would dare ask if I’m dedicated – yes / I spit, live rounds that would penetrate a vest / Nigga, take ya seats I’m a demonstrate a test / How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh / And it thump, from the east coast to Bangladesh / Big bank, willy gank smoke the thing to death / But hold tight, cuz it’s not over yet / I don’t even feel like I’m not sober yet / And it ring like shots in the projects new year’s eve / And it ain’t even October yet / I’m a big bounty hunter like Boba Fett / Y’all more shell shocked then a soldier get / If the prize in my sights then I’m goin’ for this / Whoo whoo ‘riq geez be the ultimate / I’m the corporate, give me the bulk of this / ‘riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip / Get down how you ‘posed to get / I got nothing to lose, I’m a killer with no regrets / I’m like young LL, cuz I’m hard as hell / Makin’ niggaz screw face like Gargamel / Now I’m all out on my own like Patty LaBelle / Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle…

Keep the beat goin’
Keep the beat goin’

Church.


(You can’t tell me he don’t look jus a lil bit like THE GS (Oakland) Warrior, B.Diddy.)


(…except, I don’t think Blackthought woulda taken this pic. Wut the wizzle, Boom Dizzle?)

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